The Poet's Rebirth.
Fifteen years ago, Steve Gleason was given two years to live. He is still here. He cannot move. He cannot speak. He writes poetry with his eyes.
New Orleans knows the rest. The city drowned. The Superdome stood dark. And on the night the Saints came home, Gleason blocked a punt that became a sound, a sound that became a statue, a statue the city calls Rebirth. The Sonic Boom. The moment a broken place decided it was not finished.
Neither was he. A Congressional Gold Medal. Team Gleason, and a fight for everyone living with ALS. A life that refused the calendar it was handed.
Now, thirteen songs, inspired by Steve Gleason the poet. Written by a man who lost his voice and never lost his words. This is REBIRTH37.